Thread: Arkansas whitetail hunt.

It will take me a couple of days to finish the story, as for the first time ever Im quite jet lagged, and trying to catch up on stuff at home too. But want to out it all down when I can so I dont forget and while its still freshly exciting for me.


The next Morning finds me in the same spot. A bit after daylight and I hear a slight noise behind the stand. I glance right and just catch sight of a coyotes tail moving through the brush about 10 meters out. Quickly and quietly I start bringing the rifle up, but make a very slight noise on something. The Coyote jumps sideways about 5 meters and stops behind cover listening. Turns parallel too the track and I watch as it slips away under cover. I curse myself and think damn it, i’ve stuffed it up! he then stops again. all I can see is bits and pieces of fur at 40 meters. Then he turns back and crosses the track out into the open. Im ready, safety is off and Im on him. I give a sharpe whistle and sure enough he pauses and looks my way. At that instant I pull the trigger. This time there is no hangfire, just a satisfying boom, another cloud of smoke, and a dead dog kicking on the spot when the smoke clears.
Bob calls with a “What the hell have you shot now?”
I tell him a Yote, and head down. Pick it up by the back legs and carry it well out of the hunting area so it doesn’t leave a scent trail, before returning too the stand. Im pretty happy! A coyote skin is one thing I always wanted to add too my skin collection. Ive watched countless you tube vids of hunting them and it always seem like fun and something to try. Lets say that an American whitetail buck and a Coyote were two
Id very happily ticked off my hunting bucket list in my first two days.
The 50 cal had made quite a dent in the skin, front of shoulder, too mid neck, but im not worried. Ill get it tanned as is as a hanging skin to put with some old traps at some point.



The rest of the morning was pretty quiet, understandably. I head back for lunch and a look at the gut and bone pile from my buck. It was all ready half demolished by buzzards and by next day there would only be a few small bits of bone and a grease patch on the forest floor. Bob had told me how they would devour it. But it was still hard to believe until i saw it myself.
The afternoon was pretty quiet, just a spiker and doe came into the feeder and it was a pleasure just to watch them and try some calls to see their reactions and learn something from that.